The old patriarch was very happy.
Our family has a princess, and now we also have a prosecutor.
There’s smoke coming out of the ancestral grave at home!
The village head waved his hand with a heroic gesture and said, "Prepare a three-day banquet to entertain the villagers from all around. The money will come from my salary."
The village head's grandmother said angrily, "Who doesn't have a salary yet? I'll pay half of it."
The convoy arrived at Songjia Village at noon. After a lively greeting, the village head's family had already prepared food.
Zhang Zihan and Song Sanzhu all had dinner here. When the moon rose above the willow trees, they said goodbye and went home to rest.
After leaving the headman's house, Liu Ping was waiting at the door with a cup of latte and calcium. When he saw Zhang Zihan coming out, he hurried forward and said, "Master, we will take you home."
놋 Cassia laughed and said, "Master, the bedding on the bed has been drying for three days in a row, just waiting for you to come home."
"good,"
Zhang Zihan and Song Sanzhu bowed and followed the three of them to the big house in the east.
Song Sanzhu looked at their backs and followed them for two steps. Then he realized that Songjia Village seemed to be his own home.
놛 paused and said to Youyu놌 Li Cheng who was following him: "Let's stay at my house."
When I suddenly think of that home, I can't help but have a little hope in my heart: when a wanderer returns home, are his parents waiting for him?
In your own little house, are the beddings dried in the sun, warm and soft, and smelling of sunshine?
He took two quick steps, suddenly remembering his parents' indifference when he was disabled, and the series of terrible requests his second brother had made along the way.
Suddenly I couldn't move.
It was only two steps away, but it took him a long time to see the gate of Old Song's house.
But why was the door of my house blocked?
When I was paralyzed, my parents kicked me out of the house and gave me this westernmost house. My eldest brother and his father built a wall along the hillside of the house and opened another door on the side.
From then on, 놛 was separated.
What does it mean if the door is gone and becomes a wall again? Could it be that the wall separating the courtyards inside was also demolished?
Think about what my family members are thinking. Are they seeing that I’m becoming an official and they’re going to be a family again?
"Boss, go check. Sanzhu should have eaten by now, right? If he has, let him go home first."
The old father's powerful voice came from the yard, and Song Sanzhu couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.
I am still someone that people care about. 놛I suddenly wanted to hug my dad and cry.
"Dad, my eldest brother and I are going to pick up my third brother." Song Erzhu's voice came, and at the same time the courtyard door opened, and Song Erzhu and Song Dazhu walked out together.
"Humph! I wanted to stay for dinner, but you guys didn't want me to stay... Hey! Third brother, you're here?"
Song Erzhu was talking to himself, and when he looked up, he saw three people standing in the moonlight.
"Third brother is here? Come, come in and sit down." Song Dazhu ran over in three or two steps, grabbed 놛 and pulled him home.
Song Sanzhu was surrounded by two people and entered his home.
It's a departure because I feel like I'm still in this house as if it were my previous life.
"San'er? Is that you? You still remember to come back? I thought you forgot about your mother." Old Mrs. Song came out of the house when she heard the noise, and started crying while pulling Song Sanzhu.
All of the family members came out, "Uncle San, you're back?"
"Uncle San, we missed you so much."
"Yes, Third Brother, everyone misses you."
This was the first time in Song Sanzhu’s life that he was treated like a star by his family. When he looked at the demolished courtyard wall, he felt mixed emotions.
Song Dashi stood in the light and shadow outside the door. "Ahem, what are you doing? San'er finally came back. Let him in."
Everyone hurriedly pushed him into the house and gathered around him.
"Son, you are enjoying life in the capital, but you don't know how hard it is for your mother at home. San Ya, that heartless girl became a princess and even let the villagers watch us and not let us go to the capital."
As soon as Mrs. Song opened her mouth, Song Sanzhu frowned.
Old Mrs. Song came up and started complaining. He was hit by Mr. Song's walking stick. "Okay, okay, it's good that San'er is back. What else can I do when San'er comes back without you?"
Mrs. Song was immediately delighted and slapped her thigh, "Oh, how can you not take me with you? I am your biological mother, the one who gave birth to you and raised you."
Song Dashi nodded, patted Song Sanzhu on the shoulder with satisfaction, and said with emotion: "Well, filial piety comes first among all virtues, and none of my sons are unfilial. San'er, good job, Dad is proud of you."
Song Erzhu squeezed over and said, "Mom, I have discussed it with my third brother yesterday. You follow him to the capital to enjoy the good life. I will not go. I will be a county magistrate or even a county magistrate in our county. Big brother and fourth brother will go with you. Leave the hometown to me and I will take care of the house for you."
Song Sizhu said in a muffled voice: "I am a disabled person, so I'd better let my third brother buy me thousands of acres of good land. What can I do in the capital?"
Old Lady Song clapped her hands, "Oh my son, you are following your third brother to enjoy a good life. You are not allowed to do anything. You become the fourth master, living in a large house in the princess's mansion, ordering servants around, and having maids feed you when you eat. You don't even have to use your hands."
Song Dazhu rubbed his hands, "Hehe, hehe, Dad, if we go to the capital with you, let Dalang be the official of the princess's mansion, Silang be in charge of the storehouse, and you take care of the general accounts. My dad doesn't have to do anything, and he can wear slippery clothes like my third brother. Then the two of us can be like the legendary masters, carrying a birdcage to listen to music."
Song Dashi's wife nudged him with her elbow and said, "Dad, you only know how to play. I can't learn from you. I heard that San Ya opened a lot of hot pot restaurants. Now I can read and count after taking literacy classes. I will become San Ya's shopkeeper and save some money for Da Lang and Si Lang."
Song Dashi glared at his eldest son and said, "You are useless. Bird cages are carried by foreigners. I, the old man, will just sit in the sedan chair with my hands behind my back."
Then he nodded to his eldest daughter-in-law.
"You are not as experienced as your wife. I think you should let San'er get you a job. You are already an adult, but you don't want to make achievements and career, but just want to play around?"
Song Sanzhu finally couldn't help it and said, "Dad, Mom, I am just an empty official, how can I get you an official position?"
Old Lady Song said quickly, "Isn't she still Miss San Ya? She was able to get a royal consort for Old Lady Song, so why can't she get an official position for her uncle?
Still, when we get to the capital, ask her to get me an imperial decree that's higher than the one given to that bitch Song Er, otherwise I won't agree. ”
Song Sanzhu glanced at her and said, "Mom, my daughter and I are no longer engaged. Aunt Lizheng is her second grandmother."
"Bah, if I hadn't given birth to you, how could San Ya come into being? Even if I go to heaven, I am still her grandmother. If she dares to be unfilial, I will go to the capital to file a complaint."
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